Coach Kennedy (Short Excerpt) *Forced Lesbian Submission*

She shook her head. Suddenly I felt a sharp burst of pain radiating from under my chin all down my back and my chest. I gasped.

“What was that!”

Coach Kennedy held up a small remote control.

“It’s a lockable, remote-controlled collar. I make all my bitches wear one.”

”You can’t talk to me like that!” I said, and instantly regretted it as a surge of pain swept through me again. I was gasping now and terrified as she stood and walked over to me. I saw that beside the remote she was carrying a sports bag.

“At the moment it’s on the lowest setting. Would you like to try one of the higher settings?”

Biting my lip, I shook my head.

“Good girl.” She dropped the bag onto the sofa next to me. “Put those on.”

Looking at her warily, trying to see what she was doing with the remote control, I unzipped the bag and started to take out the contents. It was a cheerleader’s outfit, and worse it was in pink. I held up the tiny skirt, skimpy top and fragile little thong in turn.

“I can’t wear these!”

“Wrong answer,” she said, smiling.

”No, wait, please!”

I was too late. Pain shot through me and I doubled up, screaming out. When I had the strength to pull myself upright, I was gasping heavily.

“Put those on. And put those shoes on too.”

She nodded at a pair of completely slutty pink stripper heels that she’d positioned by the sofa. The heels must have been at least five inches.

“You’ve got five minutes. Get dressed and go through onto the court. Any delay and I will try out the second setting on your collar and maybe the third.”

I dressed as quickly as I could. There was a mirror in the living room directly opposite my seat but I avoided looking in it as I undressed. I’ve never been proud of my body. My legs are long and cute, I guess, but my hips are too narrow, my breasts are small and pert rather than big and feminine and my neck I always thought was too long. Oh and my skin is too pale. I looked at myself in my pink cheerleader’s outfit, that showed my flat stomach and most of my thighs. I looked kind of…hot. I played with my long dark hair, lifting it up a little, pretending to put it in bunches like I did when I was younger. Yes, I looked hot. I felt a tingle in my body as I looked at myself, but then I remembered the collar and with a flush of panic, hurried to the court as quick as my heels allowed.

Tottering onto the court I felt ridiculous, like I could hardly move. It was humiliating. This was my place, my realm, but now it was all I could do to stand up straight.

“Go over to the free throw line,” said Coach Kennedy. I tottered over, coming to an uncertain halt at the top of the key, having to throw out my arms to balance myself.

“Right, bitch. The rules are these. Every time you miss you have to take off an item of clothing. Every time you complain, you get a blast from the collar, understand.”

I had no choice. I nodded.

“Good.” She threw a ball hard at me and I caught it, just about. “Off you go. Get ten in a row and we’ll move on to the next challenge.”

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My Body Betrays Me: Taken By My Son’s Friends (Short Excerpt) *Dubcon Gangbang*

Neal starts getting undressed. He takes off his shirt exposing his athletic build, and then he drops his pants. His cock springs out already fully erect. His cock is thick and long, much bigger than my husbands. My pussy begins heating up with the thought of him sinking it deep inside me.

Once fully naked Neal lies down on the bed. His cock is standing triumphantly in the air, ready to stretch me to my limits. Austin pushes me towards the bed. I stumble and catch myself. Neal stares at me lewdly. “Why don’t hop in bed and show me how you ride a cock, Mrs. Heyward.”

I climb on top of the bed and position myself over Neal. His eyes never leave me. I reach behind my back and grab his thickness at it’s base. I press the head of his cock against my hole, grinding from side to side, teasing him, and coating his cock with my wetness. It feels good to know that I now control his pleasure. It gives me the slightest sense of empowerment in my otherwise submissive role.

After a little teasing, I sink down on his meaty shaft. It feels even better than my dildo. I cry towards the ceiling as his cock fully impales me.

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Mile Hard Discipline: Forced Lesbian Submission (Short Excerpt)

“Give them to me,” she commanded. I bent down, freed my feet and held out the black lacy panties. She snatched them off me and as I watched made a big show of sniffing them. I wrinkled my nose in disgust which seemed to please her even more.

“Turn around,” she commanded. I did as I was told. I could feel my heart racing. This was so wrong, so demeaning. And yet, why was I obliging her? Was it just her threats making me do it?

“Bend over those suitcases.”

“What?”

“Do it!” she shouted.
This time her voice was so loud that it made me jump and I obeyed, leaning forwards, propping myself up on the edge of a suitcase. I felt so humiliated and vulnerable. I heard her footsteps drawing closer and then, suddenly, I felt my skirt being yanked upwards. I gasped but almost immediately, felt a sharp sting across my naked ass.

“Be quiet, bitch,” she commanded and spanked me again. I opened my mouth to squeal, but managed to contain my instinct. But it was hard not to make a sound as she began to spank me harder. My poor ass was soon stinging and painful soreness was spreading across my butt and down my thighs and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. At one particularly hard slap I yelped and almost immediately I felt her breasts on my back as she leaned over me and stuffed my panties into my mouth. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t dare spit them out so I was left there, bent over, squealing muffled sounds into my own panties as she made my ass sore.

“Good. Now stand up.”

Breathless and shaky, I stood. I wanted to rub my ass, it hurt so much, but I was determined not to give her the satisfaction

“Strip!”

I wanted to protest, but I knew better. So slowly, I unbuttoned my jacket, and let it fall to the floor. Then, eyes down, I unfastened my blouse, hitched it off my shoulders and let it drop.

“The bra too,” she ordered.

Eyes closed, I reached behind me and unfastened my bra, letting it fall forwards. I instinctively covered my chest with my arms, but she waved at me with the gun, indicating I should show my chest and I did as I was told. I could feel her gazing at my breasts as I unzipped my skirt and let it slide over my thighs and drop to the floor. I was standing, naked, aside from my heels, completely at her mercy.

She approached me and I closed my eyes. I shivered at her touch, and at the feel of the gun barrel as she brushed it over my stomach, my thighs, my hardening nipples. Suddenly I felt her fingers teasing my pussy lips and I gasped. At the same time, I sensed her drawing close to me. She pulled the panties out of my mouth and began to kiss me, roughly, biting my lip and pushing her tongue into me so that it was hard to breath. Her fingers were exploring me, exposing my pussy, opening me up and teasing my clit, so that despite myself, I couldn’t help feeling the first tingling of pleasure.

Then she stopped. Walking away, she pulled a canvas sheet off a large object to reveal an animal cage. I saw her smiling at me.

“Get in,” she ordered.

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Beast Me: Jersey Devil (Short Excerpt)

Then I saw it. A movement in the trees. A dark shape, a mass in the trees opposite. I knew I should run. But the light in that clearing was a relief after the depths of the forest, and I was exhausted. My dress was stained with mud and dirt; my feet ached. I couldn’t move.

The dark mass emerged from the trees and as its shape entered the clearing, I felt my skin prickle with horror. It, whatever it was, moved with the muscular power and ease of a centaur, though it seemed to have a hunched back. It had four legs, but there was something strange about its front legs and as it moved into the light, I realized with horror that the legs were scaly. The head of the creature seemed twisted and deformed and bore two giant, cruel antlers that gleamed in the light. The shadow of the forest clung to it, then I realized that the shadows were wings. Giant, leathery wings, half-spread. It was the New Jersey Devil. It was real and it was looking right at me.

I was struck motionless with terror as I watched the creature move easily, languidly towards me. As it lifted its front legs alternately to step through the grass, I could see that they ended not in hooves, but in claws. I felt a wave of revulsion. I stumbled backwards a few steps, but I was too scared to turn my back on it. As it walked, the shape on its back unwound and slipped off, dropping onto the grass and standing upright. It was a human. Whoever it was walked towards me, and I could see that she was a woman. Short, with wide hips, naked, her full breasts gleaming as she strolled through the moonlit clearing. It was Elena!

“Elena! Run!” I half-shouted, half-whispered. The creature tilted its head as though listening. Elena was getting closer, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry. She was smiling, as though she was in a daze. The creature began to move again.

“Elena, run!” I said.

“Run,” she smiled, “Why would I do that?”

She stopped maybe ten feet from me, and the creature was now level with her, its massive bulk towering over her. She smiled up at it. She was gazing at it, adoringly. Then she pressed her lips to the leg of the creature. She kissed its rough hairy body, running her hands over it before turning to me, smiling and beckoning me to join her.

I shook my head.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” she slurred.

The horror of it was too much. I snapped. I turned and ran, headlong back to the forest. But I wasn’t quick enough. I heard rumbling behind me, then a gust and a creak of those great leathery wings. As I stumbled forwards I half-turned in time to see the body of the creature loom over me. I screamed but my screams were muffled as a sudden, overwhelming weight pressed me into the ground.

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Beast Me: He Does Exist (Short Excerpt)

The cave was damp and cold but not very deep. The creature dropped me onto the ground near the rear of the cave and I scrambled away into the shadows, sitting against a rock, my arms hugged around my legs.

From my place, I watched, in a mixture of horror and fascination, as the creature hunched over a pile of logs, working with two sticks to get a fire going. After several minutes of patient activity, the fire was started and began to roar. I wondered why, with so much fur, the creature would need to start a fire at all. Could it be that the fire was for my benefit? I discarded this thought. The creature was a monster, an unthinking brute, and I had to get out of there.

Taking my chances while it was distracted throwing more wood onto the fire, I rose shakily to my feet and made a burst for freedom. I got within five foot of the entrance to the cave when it caught me, latching onto my ankle with a fierce grip. I cried out, in pain and despair, as I felt it dragging me inexorably back into the cave. The creature picked me up tight in its arms and I tried to struggle and punch and kick my way free, but to no avail and, as though my efforts had had no effect on it at all, the creature set me down in front of the fire.

I sat there, shaking, as it moved next to me, its massive bulk capable of flattening me completely, but then, to my surprise, the creature put two objects in front of me. The first was an apple, and the second a primitive wooden bowl full of clear water.

It sat on its haunches in front of the fire, close to me, close enough that I could hear its rough breathing. I could see it looking down at me, staring, waiting for my reaction. Well, I don’t like apples, and I don’t drink water, but I hadn’t eaten since I set out from Seattle and my throat was dry and sore. I picked up the apple and took a few bites of the sweet flesh, and then washed it down with the cool water from the bowl.

The creature watched and then, as I set the bowl down, raised its massive hand to my face. I froze as its hairy fingers brushed my face, trembling as I felt its hand against my neck then moving down slowly across my chest. As its weight passed over my breasts I started and tried to move away but it reacted quickly, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to it. I tried to resist, shaking my head, closing my eyes, but I couldn’t fight its strength. When I opened my eyes I saw…it.

The creature’s cock must have been fifteen inches long. It was rough, and hard and swollen and looked like nothing I had ever seen before. Wide-eyed, I yelped and tried to pull away, but I felt a hairy pressure at the back of my head as it pushed me downwards, down, closer and closer to that enormous monster cock.

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Feeding The Vampire (Short Excerpt)

As I looked up, gasping into my gag, I realized I couldn’t see Vincent. But I soon discovered where I was. I felt a strange sensation between my legs, a slick, smooth feeling. And then I realized what it was. He was rubbing some kind of lubricant onto my pussy. I squealed and writhed but I was helpless to resist as he inserted one, then two fingers into me.

”It is well known, my little heifer, that sexual stimulation is one of the best ways to increase milk production in the fertile female,” he said. At that moment, I felt a pressure on my pussy and a sensation of being opened up.

“This device will give you considerable stimulation,” he said. “So enjoy it.”

I heard him click a switch and suddenly something hard was pushing into me, opening me up, pressing right into me. I rocked forward, eyes wide, biting hard onto my ball gag as I felt whatever it was begin to fuck me. It was pumping me harder and deeper each time, and I could hardly catch my breath.

“Farewell my pretty little cow,” said Vincent. I heard the door to the milking room open and close and I tried to cry out to beg him not to leave me. Of course, he couldn’t hear.

Almost immediately I began to feel the machine that was fucking me starting to vibrate and my body started to shake with it. I pulled forward desperately in my restraints, trying to get away from the machine, but that just pushed me closer to the milking machine, which was now sending waves of tingly pleasure through my body making me shudder.

I writhed in my bonds, completely helpless and felt the wet sensation of my breasts leaking at the same time as the remorseless machine was plunging deeper and deeper into my slippery pussy. I squealed and gasped and drooled through my gag but there was no escape from my pleasure plight and with a final roar of desperate ecstasy I gave in to my orgasm, cumming over and over and over again, each more violent and earth shattering than the last.

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Beast Me: Submit To The Minotaur (short excerpt)

“Do not resist, my dear. If the Minotaur does not get what it wants, it is quite capable of tearing you limb from limb. Surrender, Ariadne, give in.”

I didn’t want to give in, but I knew instinctively that he was right. My arms were already burning from being dragged across the ground and the creature was snorting loudly as though it was frustrated. I closed my eyes and knelt at its feet, not resisting.

The creature shuffled closer. I gasped as I felt something hard and heavy press against my face and I opened my eyes. Its cock was millimeters from my lips: swollen, thick and pungent. The smell made me want to heave, but then I felt the creature’s hands on my head and I realized I had no choice. I opened my mouth and immediately it pressed the cock against my lips, pushing it inside. I tried to open my jaws wider as the creature pushed in further but it was so big and so thick that I could barely take it. I began to gag as it pressed against the back of my throat and I flailed my arms, trying to pull away but it held me there, forcing its cock into my throat, until I felt my eyes watering and my vision begin to blur, then it pulled its cock out again and I gasped, collapsing forward.

I had no time to recover. The creature grabbed my by the hair and pulled me upright, making me scream, but my screams were soon silenced by its cock once again. It thrust to the back of my throat and held it there, before it began to make pumping movements, in and out, each time pressing its cock as far as it could go. With practice, I began to angle my tongue so that I could deep throat it as much as possible, but every time I still felt as though I was going to pass out. Tears were streaming down my face and my chin and my neck and my naked breasts were stained with drool and mascara and tears.

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Beast Me: Forceful Phantom (short excerpt)

Eventually, with one final crash, the door caved in and I fell inside, stumbling and scrabbling across the floor in the dirt and leaves and dust. There was nothing to hide behind, just a tatty old iron bed-frame in the other corner of the room, so wailing a little, I scrambled into the corner of the room and pressed myself against the wall. I hunched my legs up to my chest, feeling so exposed and silly in my clingy Catwoman costume.

The moaning and sighing and scraping grew louder and there was an eerie whistling sound. I was so terrified I could hardly speak. As the noise grew to a deafening volume, a bright white light shone in the corridor outside the room. Kitty and Allie! I breathed heavily with relief.

“Guys, thank God. I was so scared, I…”

The door to the room was flung open, light flooded in and, eyes wide in terror, I screamed. What I saw was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was a bright cloud of light, as though the moon was focused on one small cloud in the sky. But this cloud was in my room. It was coming towards me and it had a face, a human face, and a human body; the face and body of an elderly man; a naked elderly man.

“Kitty! Allie! Help! Oh my God! Someone help!” I screamed as loud as I could and then I screamed again and again, until there was no noise emerging from my mouth, just blank, terrified, helpless sound.

But the ghost didn’t notice. It drew closer and closer. I pressed myself back against the wall as hard as I could. I could see the face of the man now. He was gaunt, with wild white hair, and a tired, glazed expression in his eyes, like he was looking at me, but not at me, like he was staring right through me.

The cloud was close now and I closed my eyes. My body suddenly felt cold as though I had been touched by the coldest substance on earth, but though I was terrified, I did not shiver, it was a strange unearthly sensation. I felt an incredible weight too, on my head, pressing down as though I was being held in position, preventing me from standing. I tried to struggle free but I couldn’t, and then I opened my eyes and screamed again.

There, level with my face was a fully erect, swollen ghostly cock. I looked up but the elderly man was still gazing ahead at the wall, as though he hadn’t seen me. I tried to stand but the invisible weight kept me anchored to the floor. As the cock pressed closer to me and I felt cold on my lips I tried to turn my head away, but clammy weight was pressed either side of my head, keeping it in position and as I tried to clench my lips shut I felt them being opened inexorably and cock began to pass over my lips and into my mouth.

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Blacked Wives: Big Black Christmas Present (short excerpt)

As we kissed again, our lips wet with shared saliva, I felt a ripping sound at my back and I squealed a little into his mouth as I felt him tear my dress. He was ripping my dress off me! I tried to pull back to see what damage he had done, but he just pulled me back again, pressing me against him. I could feel his bulge. It was so enormous and it was pressing into my stomach so hard, I began to tremble. He was overwhelming me!

I shrieked as with one move he span me round and pushed me forwards by the hips, towards the sofa. I stumbled forwards onto my knees and felt his hands on my back, pushing me down. I was too stunned and frightened to resist so I put my head down, offering my body to him. I felt him tearing at my dress again, lifting and pulling, exposing my pussy, my ass, and then, his face was pressed against me, pushing against my pussy. His tongue began to probe my moist lips and I shuddered with sheer pleasure as he found my clit and at the same time slid one of his thick black fingers into my wet hole. He began to finger me rapidly, opening up my pussy, making me moan at the sensations his fingers and tongue were teasing out of me.

I heard the sound of a zip behind me and then, before I could turn round, something hard and incredibly powerful slapped down on the small of my back. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of the biggest cock I had ever seen. I gasped and a moment later I felt him press it against my pussy, stretching my poor little hole instantly.

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Reluctant Mormon Excerpts

My breath is heavy, my heart still racing. I can feel brother Benson’s hot cum cover my bare chest and stomach. I’m exhilarated, basking in the afterglow of my first ever sexual experience with my soon to be husband. But I also feel guilt.

The reality begins to sink in as I lay with brother Benson in his dorm bed naked, sweaty and covered with cum. We have both committed serious sins in the eyes of God. We have gone against the Mormon religion. How would the mormon community react if they ever found out? My friends? My family? Not to mention we both broke our vows of chastity on campus of one of the most prestigious Mormon universities in the United States. If word got out we could both be expelled.

I try not to let brother Benson see the worry in my eyes as we both hold each other in loving embrace. I smile and look into his baby blue eyes and tell myself to just enjoy the moment. After all, who would ever find out? A secret like this is something I will take to my grave and I know brother Benson feels the same.

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I hear a faint voice outside brother Benson’s dorm. “Hey what’s going on in here?” I feel a shot of adrenaline rush through my body. I look over towards the door and watch the knob twist as if it were moving in slow motion. In walks brother Holden, brother Benson’s roommate. He looks as shocked to see us as we are to see him. Both brother Benson and I quickly pull the covers over our nakedness.

My body is frozen with fear. “I thought you were gone for the weekend” brother Benson nervously mumbles.

Brother Holden is wearing a big smug grin on his face. “Plans changed, sticking around campus now.”

There’s an awkward silence. Brother Holden’s smirk grows wider. “And what are you two love birds up to?”

“Nothing” brother Benson replies.

“Doesn’t look like nothing” says brother Holden.

All my worst fears were coming true. Not only have we been caught having sex, but we have been caught having sex by brother Benson’s roommate, brother Holden, quite possibly the biggest asshole on campus.

I’ve never liked brother Holden since the day that I met him. There was something about him that just rubbed me the wrong way. He was cocky, brash, an entitled. He came from money and his family always gave generous donations to the University. He walked around campus like he owned the place, and in a way, he kind of did.

“Looks like you two were doing something that’s very naughty” brother Holden says while raising both eyebrows.

We both shake our heads, but I can tell by the look in brother Holden’s eyes that he wasn’t going to let this go. “Yep, if I didn’t know any better I would say you two just had sex.”

“Please brother Holden, you can’t say anything” brother Benson blurts out.

Brother Holden looks at me and then back at brother Benson. “Oh, I won’t say anything…” He pauses and smirks at me devilishly. I’m terrified of what will come out of his mouth next. “If sister Olson shows me what you two were just doing.”

“Come on, brother Holden your completely out of line. Sister Olsen is my soon to be wife” brother Benson say indignantly.

Brother Holden folds his arms across his chest and looks at brother Benson smugly. “What do you think the president of college would think knowing that two of his students were having pre marital sex in one of his dorms.”

My face turns and even darker shade of red. This time it’s not out of embarrassment, but out of anger. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I know brother Holden is an asshole, but would he really snoop so low as to tell the president of the college? It would ruin brother Benson and I. “You wouldn’t” brother Benson yells.

“I won’t if you do what I say. Now pull down those covers and let me see what your hiding under there”

“You’re real fucking asshole” I yell.

Brother Holden pulls his camera and begins filming both of us as we clenched the covers around us tighter. “Hey what are you doing?” I scream.

Brother Holden laughs. “Now I have evidence. What do you think the president would think of this?”

“Just put the phone down” I yell. “Yeah, put the phone away, this has gone too far” brother Benson pipes up.

Brother Holden returns his phone to his pocket, and looks at both of us as if to say ‘i’ve got you right where I want you.’ And he did.

All of sudden, my mind starts racing with the consequences of what would happen if brother Holden’s video ever surfaced. My life as I know it would be ruined.

“Now why don’t you pull down those covers” brother Holden says calmly.

I look over at brother Benson. “Just do it” he mumbles looking down at the bed in shame. I pause for a second and then let the covers fall, exposing my nakedness. I quickly cross my hands over my pert breasts and push my legs together to hide my freshly deflowered pussy.

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